Friday, May 14, 2010

Tim Keller is my favorite preacher, pretty much no doubt about it now. I've never heard anyone integrate apologetics, relevant insight into Scripture, and the supremacy of Christ so seamlessly and effectively. I'd encourage you to check out some of his stuff this summer, and it certainly wouldn't hurt ot recommend him to unbelieving friend or skeptic.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Here's one part of a larger poem I'm working on, currently titled "Who is This?" Note that these poems I've written from Christ's life are interpretations that draw heavily from Scripture but also factor in my own imaginative take. Enjoy:

The fishers quailed before the galeThey called to Christ, a humble wail

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Not sure if I've mentioned this on my blog before, but I've been in contact with Titus Gee, editor of Redfence--an online magazine that focuses on all kinds of good new art, especially that which tends to fly under the radar. This includes films, television shows, music, paintings, and, of course, books. Today, I have the opportunity to officially join the Redfence team and post a review of The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

So I've started reading through Luke, and figured it might be cool, or at the very least a good exercise, to pen some poetry in response to the text and my own meditations. Here is the first, raw and barely edited, based on Luke chapter four:

Indeed, Belial, presses onAnd entertains a desperate wantTo cause a stain in Jesus' lifeNow at the peak of hunger painsThe serpent coils, about to strikeFor he has yet temptations threePrepared in hell's dark furnace flamesTo fell the Son of Man today

At first he plays the sycophantAnd sees the pain of hungriness:"If you are God who made the hills,And turns the planets by Your hand,Then take these stones I hold for youAnd turn them into loaves of bread.Loaves fresh and warm with sate the hurtWith sustenance that you deserve."

But Jesus turned, and looking downDid cast the rocks upon the sand,And brought to bear a sharper blade:The perfect, mighty, written Word."Man shall not live on bread alone.What need have I to use these stones?"

The stymied devil stumbled backYet battled on with new assaultsHe grabbed the hand of Christ and flewInto the sky o'er all the worldA flash in time of precious lands--Great kingdoms, armies, broken souls."I'll give these nations all to YouAt nothing but a simple price:Just bow to me, proclaim my nameRelieve them from imprisonment."

How dastardly the Devil's plan!All other men would fall, no doubt.For how could Jesus pass up this:A chance to miss the future crossAnd reign without the blood and strife?Perhaps His life He would preserve,But what salvation could he craftFor Adam's seed on judgment day?

Again, He seeks the ancient Word"You shall worship the Lord your God,And He alone deserves the praise.Now hear Me Satan, hear Me now:I'll please My Father constantly.My kingdom comes by other means."And so the pair fell back to earthA starving King; the lord of flies

The devil's wits remained intactAs he prepared the final shaftTo blackened God's own holy Son.The jewel city, named by peaceCould be the scene of Christ's disgrace.Clutching Him, he winged awayAnd set the Lord upon a spire,The temple's pinnacle, alone,Above the lowly cobblestone.

"If you're the Christ," the devil called"Then jump, and see what God will do.He said Himself that 'He'd commandHis angels on behalf of you'And 'On their hands they'll bear you upIn case your foot should strike a rock.'"While in his mind old Satan thought,"He must bend to my will at lastWhen challenged by this holy psalm."

Then Jesus spoke, with heart incensed,"You tempter, you would dare to speak,Perverting My own holy Words.Be gone, I say, for Moses wrote:'You shall not test the Lord your God.'And even now I do refuseTo heed on poisoned word from You!In weakened flesh My Spirit stillWill ever stand, and truth prevail!"

As this temptation passed awayThe devil took to flight at lastAcross the darkened evening skyTo bide his time in twisted thoughtUntil another chance should come.

Rules, policies, and purpose

This blog represents the musings, thoughts, and conclusions of an eccentric, conservative, redeemed, college freshman.

I'll try my best to post at least once a week (more as time and inspiration allow) by every Monday morning.

Commenting hasn't really been an issue yet, in fact, it's been pretty much nonexistant, but I will not tolerate anything obscene, stupid/off-topic, or mindless ranting (though there may be an exception or two to that last one).